Spontaneously Written Poem.
The tension mounts
in silent springs
that from a deep cool heart cave sings
the water rumbling underground
flowing shadowsĀ
no shape or sound
they quench notĀ
but make the fire burn
as time rolls out- Ā and do we learn?
the mouth parched
tries to draw the well
and cast the words that make the spell
while stillness feels its way around
groping blindly on the ground
inaction stands like tall old trees
where through them time moves like a breeze
inept, uncertain, branches quiver
for rain that blue skies won't deliver
the words left in the dark
go dry
we know the where, when, who and why
they sit like birds perched in a tree
from nested tongues' own tip not free
a simple question
full of doubt
the will to desire will not will out
nor speak in plain and easy ways
and so it goes from day to day
that what might be will slip away
sweet time carves patterns through the air
the trees drop bright leafs everywhere
a nod, a wink, a nudge, a face
the sun brain that floats in outer space
a bucket is dipped into the spring
the water, wet, to scoop and bring
to stir the air, the rain, - to sing
the storm, the lightning flash delights
cold timing, never seems quite right
for what could be a pleasant rain
to wash the spider out again
to feed the trees and fill the spring
into the world some water bring
to quench the thirsty, silent ghostsĀ
that ride inside the breeze
which all to softly blow their thoughts
like depths of caves and all that's naught
from deep and silent springs.Ā
